I know this is the worst time to write a poem…
But I cannot resent a genuine feeling…
This is the story of my life tormenting me like “Bio-Chem”
It is just a pint of understanding I'm seeking…
Like the bottom of my treasure chest is leaking…
Reeking of defeat when seeking emotional healing
The thought of this catastrophe sends me reeling to the ground…
She calls my nightmare a privilege rarely found
My breathe turns into a sound of a struck hound in bondage
Bonded by the heart and rejected by the head…
My young blood already feeling the hinges of old age
The irony of an unqualified love is like an old woman's cleavage to a youth…
Worthless as lyrics to the deaf; Senseless like a newspaper to an illiterate
Aches in the joints, screams of silence; echoes of arguments
A home of chaos and a land of absurdities…
Feels like I'm competing in “The World's Craziest” after auditioning for “Mr & Mrs Egocentric”
A heart venture looking like a bad joke… Now, its just the dignity of love carrying the “mafia” yoke…
Don't blame my conscience if my heart is broke
Wishing I wasn't the bearer of this ink… but its not my fingers but my heart ascribing this scroll…
NQM®
2011.
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